Composer：Jay Livingston/Ray Evansl
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 Sra,
Whatever Will Be, Will Be.
The Future's Not Ours To See.
Que Sera Sera,
Whatever Will Be, Will Be.
When I Grew Up And Fell In Love,
I Asked My Sweetheart What Lies Ahead.
Will There Be Rainbows Day After Day？
Here's What My Sweetheart Said.
Que Sera Sra,
Whatever Will Be, Will Be.
The Future's Not Ours To See.
Que Sera Sera. Whatever Will Be, Will Be..
Now I Have Children Of My Own,
They Asked Their Mother What Will I Be.
Will I Be Pretty？ Will I Be Rich？
I Tell Them Tenderly：
Que Sera Sra,
Whatever Will Be, Will Be.
The Future's Not Ours To See.
Que Sera Sera. Whatever Will Be, Will Be..
Que Sera Sera...