^A When I was just a little girl

I asked my mother, what will I ^E be

Will I be  pretty, will I be rich

Here's what she said to ^A me.

Que ^D Sera, Sera,

Whatever will be, will ^A be

The ^E future's not ours, to ^E7see

Que Sera, ^A Sera

What will ^E be, will ^A 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

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