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 futures not ours to see   Que sera sera    What will be, will be      When I was just a child in school   I asked my teacher what should I try   Should I paint pictures, should I sing songs   Here was her wise reply      Que sera sera    Whatever 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 sweatheart what lies ahead   Will we have rainbows day after day?   Here's what my sweatheart said      Que sera sera    Whatever will be, will be   The futures 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 futures not ours to see   Que sera sera    What will be, will be      Que sera sera