When I was just a little boy,

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 just a child in school,

I asked my teacher, "What will I try?

Should I paint pictures"

Should I sing songs?"

This was her wise reply:



"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!"

Writer : LIVINGSTON, JAY / EVANS, RAY
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.