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 our's 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 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,
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 our's 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 our's to see
Que Sera Sera,
What will be will be,
Que Sera Sera

molly moyes

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