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 be there rainbows Day after day Here's what he 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 have children of my own They'll 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 future's not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be Que Sera, Sera