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 futures not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be When I was just a boy in school I asked my teacher what should I try Should I paint pictures, Should I sing songs This was her wise reply Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The futures not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be When I grew up and fell in love I asked my lover what lies ahead Will we have rainbows day after day? Guess what my lover said Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The futures 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 pretty? Will I be rich? I tell them tenderly Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The futures not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be, What will be, will be, What will be, will be, What will be, will be.