A song I've been singing to my little girl. :)
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.
Since I'm just a boy in school
I asked my teacher, what should I try
Should I paint pictures?
Should I sing songs?
This was her wise reply.
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 lover what lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows day after day?
Guess what my lover 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 pretty, will I be rich?
I tell them, "wait and see".
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
What will be, will be.
What will be, will be.
What will be, will be.
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