TabScout.

Lyrics

1.When I was just a litt-le girl, I asked my mot-her, what will I be Will I be pret-ty, will I be rich Here's what she said to me. Que Se-ra, Se-ra, What-e-ver will be, will be The fu-ture's not ours to see Que Se-ra, Se-ra What will be, will be
2.When I was
young, I fell in love I asked my sweet-heart what lies a-head Will we have rain-bows, day af-ter day Here's what my sweet-heart said.
3.Now I have
chil-dren of my own They ask their mot-her, "what will I be Will I be hand-some, will I be rich?" I tell them ten-der-ly.