Que Sera, Sera (What Will Be, Will Be)
(by Doris Day)

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 grew up, I 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..."