When I was 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”

When I was a little boy,
I asked my father, “What will I do?
Will I do battle, will I grow crops?”
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”

When I was a pretty lass,
I asked my mother, “When I marry...
Will he be handsome? Will he be just?”
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”

When I was a handsome lad,
I asked my father, “When I marry...
Will she be tender? Will she be fair?”
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”

When we ware an elderly couple,
I asked my dear wife, “When we both leave...
Will we see heaven? Will we see hell?”
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”

When my dear husband passed,
I asked the Heavens, “When I, too, leave...
Will I go to him? Will we elude?”
Here’s what They said to me

“Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not yours to see
Que sera, sera”

Que sera, sera
Que sera, sera