Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)
When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother, what will I be?
Will I be handsome?
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

Then I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart, what lies ahead
Will we have moonbeams
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 father 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