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 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 asked 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