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 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，

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.

Que Sera， Sera!"