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.
Que Sera Sera,whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see, Que Sera Sera

When I grew up and fell in love, I ask my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows day after day, here's what my sweetheart said:

Que Sera Sera, whatever will be will be.
The future's not ours to see, Que Sera Sera
Que Sera Sera, whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see, Que Sera Seraaaaa

The future's not ours to see, indeed.
Enjoy the processes, let the world run by, dont probe too much into issues
Days ahead hold better prospects.
Slowly, to reflect. Take your time.

Que Sera Sera.  ¶ 7:09 AM