Que Sera, Sera

 

   

 

“Que Sera, Sera”

 

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 and 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

Que Sera, Sera

 

 

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Love, marriage and a baby carriage…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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