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Que Sera, Sera

Höfundur lags: Jay Livingston og Ray Evans Höfundur texta: Jay Livingston og Ray Evans Flytjandi: Doris Day Sent inn af: Anonymous
[G]When I was j[C]ust a l[C/B]ittle g[Am7]irl,    
[Am7/G] I asked my [Dm7]moth - [C]er, "W[Dm7]hat w    [C]ill [Am]I    [G7]be?   
[Dm7]Will I be p[G]retty? W[Dm7]ill I be r[G]ich?"
[Dm7]Here's what she s[G]aid to [C]me: [C7]    

"Que ser[F]a, sera, wha[Dm7]tever will [C]be, will be;
The [Dm7]fu - tu[C]re's not o[G7]urs    [Dm7]to se    [G7]e.   
Que se[Dm7]ra, se[C]ra, [Am7] what will [Dm7]be, w    [G]ill b[C]e."  

[G]When I was j[C]ust a c[C/B]hild in[Am7] school,
[Am7/G] I asked my t[Dm7]each - [C]er, "W[Dm7]hat w    [C]ill [Am]I tr   [G7]y?   
[Dm7]Should I paint pic[G]tures? S[Dm7]hould I sing son[G]gs?"
[Dm7]This was her w[G]ise rep[C]ly: [C7]    

"Que ser[F]a, sera, wha[Dm7]tever will [C]be, will be;
The [Dm7]fu - tu[C]re's not o[G7]urs    [Dm7]to se    [G7]e.   
Que se[Dm7]ra, se[C]ra, [Am7] what will [Dm7]be, w    [G]ill b[C]e."  

[G]When I grew [C]up and [C/B]fell in[Am7] love.
[Am7/G] I asked my s[Dm7]weet - h[C]eart, "[Dm7]What l[C]ies [Am]a -    [G7]head?
[Dm7]Will we have r[G]ainbows [Dm7]day after [G]day?"
[Dm7]Here's what my sw[G]eetheart sa[C]id: [C7]    

"Que ser[F]a, sera, wha[Dm7]tever will [C]be, will be;
The [Dm7]fu - tu[C]re's not o[G7]urs    [Dm7]to se    [G7]e.   
Que se[Dm7]ra, se[C]ra, [Am7] what will [Dm7]be, w    [G]ill b[C]e."  

[G]Now I have C[C]hildren[C/B] of my [Am7]own.    
[Am7/G]They ask their [Dm7]moth - [C]er, "W[Dm7]hat w    [C]ill [Am]I be   [G7]?"   
[Dm7]Will I be hand[G]some? W[Dm7]ill I be r[G]ich?"
[Dm7]I tell them t[G]ender[C]ly. [C7]    

"Que ser[F]a, sera, wha[Dm7]tever will [C]be, will be;
The [Dm7]fu - tu[C]re's not o[G7]urs    [Dm7]to se    [G7]e.   
Que se[Dm7]ra, se[C]ra, [Am7] what will [Dm7]be, w    [G]ill b[C]e."  

When I was just a little girl,
I asked my moth - er, "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 fu - ture's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera, what will be, will be."

When I was just a child in school,
I asked my teach - er, "What will I try?
Should I paint pictures? Should I sing songs?"
This was her wise reply:

"Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be;
The fu - ture's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera, what will be, will be."

When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweet - heart, "What lies a - head?
Will we have rainbows day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said:

"Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be;
The fu - ture's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera, what will be, will be."

Now I have Children of my own.
They ask their moth - er, "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 fu - ture's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera, what will be, will be."

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