Whatever Will Be, Will Be - Bob Hope

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 será, será

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see

Que será, será

What will be, will be»

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead

Will we have rainbows, day after day?

Here’s what my sweetheart said:

«Que será, será

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see

Que será, será

What will be, will be»

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

What will be, will be»

Que será, será