Whatever will Be, will BeWhen I was just a little girlI asked my mother"What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"Here's what she said to me"Que Sera, SeraWhatever will be, will beThe future's not us to seeQue Sera, SeraWhat will be will be."When I grew up and fell in loveI asked my sweetheart"What lies ahead? Will we have rainbows day after day?"Here's what my sweetheart said"Que Sera, SeraWhatever will be, will beThe future's not us to seeQue Sera, SeraWhat will be will be."Now I had children of my ownThey asked their mother"What will I be? Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?"I tell them tenderly"Que Sera, SeraWhatever will be, will beThe future's not us to seeQue Sera, SeraWhat will be will be."