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
  What ever 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 sweetheart what lies ahead
  Will we have rainbows day after day
  Here's what my sweetheart say
  
  Que sera, serra
  What ever will be, will be
  The future's not ours to see
  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
  What ever will be, will be
  The future's not ours to see
  Que sera, sera