Que Sera Sera

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 Since I am just a boy in school I asked my teacher what should I try Should I paint pictures Should I sing songs This was her wise reply Que sera sera Whatever will be will be The future's not ours to see Que sera sera When I grew up and fell in love I asked my lover what lies ahead Will there be 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 Que sera sera... 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.