Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera)

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:

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