Intro :
When I was just a little g irl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.
Que Se ra, Sera,
What ever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Se ra, Se ra
What will be, will be.
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies a head
Will we have rainbows day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said
Que Se ra, Sera,
What ever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Se ra, Se ra
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my ow n
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, Will I be rich
I tell them tender ly
Que Se ra, Sera,
What ever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Se ra, Se ra
What will be, will be.
Que Se ra, Se ra ...