When I was just a little boy I asked my father: What will I be? Will I be handsome, will I be rich? Here's what he 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 l grew up and Fell in love L asked my seeetheart What lies ahead Will we haver rainbows Day after day? Here's what my seeetheart Said Que sera, sera Whatever wil 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 pretty, will I be rich? I tell them tenderly Que sera, que sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be Que sera, sera