Whatever 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 se-ra se-ra, What ever will be will be.

The future’s not our’s to see. Que se-ra se-ra.

When I grew up and fell in love, I asked my sweetheart, what lies a head?

Will we have rainbow day after day? Here’s What my sweetheart said,

Que se-ra se-ra, What ever will be will be.

The future’s not our’s to see. Que se-ra se-ra.

Now I have children of my own, They asked their mother, What will I be?

Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? I tell them tenderly,

Que se-ra se-ra, What ever will be will be.

The future’s not our’s to see. Que se-ra se-ra.

What will be will be.