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 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