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: 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!