Que Sera Sera - Holly Cole

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

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my lover what lies ahead?

Will there be rainbows day after day?

Here’s what my lover said…

Que sera sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see

Que sera sera

Que sera sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see

Que sera sera