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