Que Sera Sera - Connie Francis

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be,will be
The furture's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be,will be

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 furture's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be,will be

When I was just a child in school,
I asked my teacher,
What will I try?
Should I paint pictures?
Should I sing songs?
This was her wise reply.

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be,will be
The furture's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be,will be

Now I have Children of my own.
They ask their mother.
What will I be?
Will I be handsome(pretty)?
Will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly.

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be,will be
The furture's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be,will be