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 grow up, I 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.