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.. sera.
What will be.., will be..
When I was just a child in school,
I asked my teacher, “What should I try ?”
This was her wise reply :
When I grew up and fell in love,
I asked my lover, “What lies ahead.
Will we have rainbows day after day ?”
Here’s what my loversaid :
Now I have children of my own,
They ask their mother.” What will I be ?
Will I be pretty, will I be rich ?”
I tell them tenderly.