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,
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,
What ever will be, will be;
The future's not ours 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,
What ever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see
Que Sera Sera,
What will be, will be
Doris Day
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