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 meQue sera sera
What ever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera sera
What will be, will beWhen 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 saidQue sera, sera
Whatever wil be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be; will beNow 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 tenderlyQue sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will beQue sera, sera
Composição: Jay Livingston / Ray Evans.
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