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 was young, I 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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