Que Sera Sera - Corinne Bailey Rae

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, Que Sera, Que Sera

When I grew old and I fell in love

I asked my lover, what will I be?

Will I be lonesome day after day?

It’s all he said to me

Que Sera, Sera, whatever will be, will be

Que Sera, Sera, what will be, will be

I say, whatever, whatever will be

Well, the future’s not ours to see

Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

Que Sera, Sera, whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see, no, no

Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

Now I have children of my own

They ask their mother, what will they be?

Will they be handsome?

Will they be rich?

I tell them tenderly

Que Sera, Sera, Que Sera, Sera

Que Sera, Sera, whatever will be, will be

I say, whatever will be, will be

Well, the future’s not ours, to see

Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be

Whatever will be, whatever will be