When I was just a little boy I asked my father: What will I be? Will I be handsome, will I be rich? Here's what he 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 Now I have children of my own They ask their father: What will I be? Will I be pretty, will I be rich? I tell them tenderly Que sera, que sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be Que sera, sera