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 ser-a, sera whatever will be, will be, the
future's not ours to see que sera, sera, what will
be, will be.
(Here's a song that I sing all the winter, summer,
spring.
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da da-da-da-da-da.)
#2.
When I grew up and fell in love, I asked my lover,
what will I be?
Will there be rainbows day after day here's he
said to me
Que ser-a, sera whatever will be, will be, the
future's not ours to see que sera, sera, what will
be, will be.
(Here's a song that I sing all the winter, summer,
spring.
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da da-da-da-da-da.)
#3.
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 ser-a, sera whatever will be, will be, the
future's not ours to see que sera, sera.
Que ser-a, sera whatever will be, will be, the
future's not ours to see que sera, sera, what will
be, will be.
Sing a song, sing along sing a song with me.