Que sera sera
Mary Hopkin
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 ser-a sera..whatever will be will be the future's not ours to see..que sera sera what will be will be. Here's a song that I sing all the winter summer spring. Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da..da-da-da-da-da.) When I grew up and fell in love I asked my lover what will I be? Will there be rainbows day after day..here's he said to me.. Que ser-a sera..whatever will be will be the future's not ours to see..que sera sera what will be will be. Here's a song that I sing all the winter summer spring. Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da..da-da-da-da-da.) 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 ser-a sera..whatever will be will be the future's not ours to see..que sera sera. Que ser-a sera..whatever will be will be the future's not ours to see..que sera sera what will be will be. Sing a song sing along....sing a song with me.