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 is not ours to see

Que Sera Sera

What will be, will be

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my sweet-heart, what lies ahead

Will we have rainbows day after day?

Here's what my sweet-heart 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