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 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 just a child in school
I asked my teacher what should i try
Should i take pictures, should i sing songs
This was her reply
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 pretty, 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
Que sera
Writer(s): Raymond B. Evans, Jay Livingston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
