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,
what ever 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 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.
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