Ooh ooh aah-aah-aah-aah-aah

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
And this is what she said to me

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be, will be
The future is not ours to see
So well, well, well (well, well, well, well; well, well, well, well)
Que sera, que sera, que sera

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover what lies ahead
Will there be rainbows day after day
And here's what my lover said

Que sera sera
Whatever will be, will be, will be
The future is not ours to see
So well, well, well (well, well, well, well; well, well, well, well)
Que sera, que sera, que sera
(Jordan Cohen on the saxophone)

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover what lies ahead
Will there be rainbows day after day
And here's what my lover said

Que sera sera
Whatever will be, will be, will be
The future is not ours to see
So well, well, well (well, well, well, well; well, well, well, well)
Que sera, que sera, que sera
Well well well
Que sera, que sera, que sera Oh yeah
Que sera, que sera, que sera Oh yeah
Que sera, que sera, que sera

Ooh ooh ooh ooh aah-aah-aah-aah-aah