When I was just a little girlI asked my mother, "What will I be?Will I be pretty, will I be rich?"Here's what she said to me
"Que Sera, SeraWhatever will be, will beThe future's not ours to seeQue Sera, SeraWhat will be, will be"
When I was young, I fell in loveI asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead?Will we have rainbows, day after day?"Here's what my sweetheart said
"Que Sera, SeraWhatever will be, will beThe future's not ours, to seeQue Sera, SeraWhat will be, will be"
Now I have children of my ownThey ask their mother, "What will I beWill I be handsome, will I be rich?"I tell them tenderly
"Que Sera, SeraWhatever will be, will beThe future's not ours, to seeQue Sera, SeraWhat will be, will be"
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