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 we'll be, we'll be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, what we'll be, we'll be. There's a song that I sing on a winter, summer, spring. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la. When I grew up and fell in love, I asked my lover, what will there be? Will there be rainbows day after day? Here's what he said to me. Que sera, sera, whatever we'll be, we'll be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, what we'll be, we'll be. There's a song that I sing on a winter, summer, spring. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la. 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 we'll be, we'll be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera. Que sera, sera, whatever we'll be, we'll be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera. What we'll be, we'll be. Sing the song, sail along. Sing the song with me.