Que sera, sera
by Doris Day
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