Text: Ray Evans / Jay Livingston
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