When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother what I will be?
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me

Que será, será, whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será será, what will be, will be

There's a song that I sing, Autumn, winter, Summer, Spring
La...la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover what would there be
Will there be rainbows day after day?
Here's what he said to me

Que será, será, whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será, será, what will be, will be

There's a song that I sing, Autumn, winter, Summer, Spring
La...la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la..la
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 será, será, whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será será,
Que será, será, whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será, será, what will be, will be

Sing a song, sing along
Sing a song with me