Wednesday

Que Sera Sera


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.
Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.

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 he said to me:

Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.

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.

Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.

Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.

Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.

Tadadaaa dadaaaa....

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