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 Since I am just a boy At school I asked my Teacher what should I try Should I paint pictures Should I sing songs This was her wise reply Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours… Read More