Lyrics:

When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, 'What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?'
Here's what she said to me:
'Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.'
When I was just a child in school,
I asked my teacher, 'What will I try?
Should I paint pictures'
Should I sing songs?'
This was her wise reply:
'Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.'
When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweetheart, 'What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?'
Here's what my sweetheart said:
'Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.'
Now I have Children of my own.
They ask their mother, 'What will I be?'
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?'
I tell them tenderly:
'Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.
Que Sera, Sera!'