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
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
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
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows day after day
Here’s what my
sweetheart said
Now I have
children of my own
They asked their mother what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly
They asked their mother what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly
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