Intro :
W hen I was just a little girl I asked my mother
w hat will I b e?
W ill I be p retty..w ill I be rich?
Here's what she said to m e..
Que ser-a sera..whatever will b e will be the
future's not o urs to see..que sera s era w hat will
be will b e.
H ere's a song that I sing a ll the winter s ummer
spring.
D a-da-da-da-d a-da-da-da-da-d a-da..d a-da-da-d a-da.)
W hen I grew up and fell in love I asked my lover
w hat will I b e?
W ill there be r ainbows day after day..here's he
said to m e..
Que ser-a sera..whatever will b e will be the
future's not o urs to see..que sera s era w hat will
be will b e.
H ere's a song that I sing a ll the winter s ummer
spring.
D a-da-da-da-d a-da-da-da-da-d a-da..d a-da-da-d a-da.)
Now I have C hildren of my own..they ask their mother
w hat will I b e?
W ill I be handsome..will I be rich?
I tell them tenderl y..
Que ser-a sera..whatever will b e will be the
future's not o urs to see..que sera s era.
Que ser-a sera..whatever will b e will be the
future's not o urs to see..que sera s era w hat will
be will b e.
S ing a song s ing along....s ing a song with m e.