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 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!
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