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 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:
'Que sera, sera,
'Whatever will be, will be;
'The future's not ours to see.
'Que sera, sera,
'What will be, will be.
'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:
'Que sera, sera,
'Whatever will be, will be;
'The future's not ours to see.
'Que sera, sera,
'What will be, will be.'
(finale) QUE SERA SERA
7 comments:
Indeed.
To be honest though... with everything that's happened to me over recent years... I've learned not to look too closely at the future... it has a habit of getting here all too quickly for my liking and bringing things with it I don't particularly expect (or want at times).
equilibrium restored
hope it lasts
x
Thanks. I'll learn one day.
much happier song :>)
x
Glad you're all bettered up Womble - but y'know we never learn! That's the "joy" of life....?
:o)
Not better. No. Moved on. Yes.
Oh. ((((Hugs))))
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