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 will I try?
Should I paint pictures? Should I sing songs?"
This was her wise reply:
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:
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.