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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 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!