When I was [G]just a [Gmaj7]little [G6]girl,
I asked my mother, "What will I [D7]be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"
[D7]Here's what she said to [G]me
"Que [C]sera, sera
Whatever will [G]be, will be
The future's not [D7]ours to see
Que sera, [G]sera
What will [D7]be, will [G]be"
When I grew [G]up and [Gmaj7]fell in [G6]love
I asked my sweetheart, "What lies a[D7]head?
Will we have rainbows day after day?"
[D7]Here's what my sweetheart [G]said
"Que [C]sera, sera
Whatever will [G]be, will be
The future's not [D7h]ours to see
Que sera, [G]sera
What will [D7]be, will [G]be"
Now I have [G]children [Gmaj7]of my [G6]own
They ask their mother, "What will I [D7]be?"
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?"
[D7]I tell them tender[G]ly
"Que [C]sera, sera
Whatever will [G]be, will be
The future's not [D7]ours to see
Que sera, [G]sera
What will [D7]be, will [G]be
Que [D7]sera, [G]sera"
