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 will be, will be
             The future's not ours, to see
             Que Sera, Sera
             What will be, will be.

     When I was young, I 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,
             Whatever 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,
             Whatever will be, will be
             The future's not ours, to see
             Que Sera, Sera
             What will be, will be.

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