When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, 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 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 darling said
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 have children of my own
They'll ask their father, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
I'll answer tenderly
Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que Sera, Sera
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