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: