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Saturday, July 30, 2005
Que Sera Sera
This song by Doris Day just hit me and was stuck in my head the whole day.
Reminiscing about the days when my mum used to sing it to me. And how i used to flip through the oldies song book which my mum compiled it by herself during boring afternoons. THis is one song which i will sing to my little girl when i have one of my own :)
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 was just a child in 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 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
Que sera sera
Reminiscing about the days when my mum used to sing it to me. And how i used to flip through the oldies song book which my mum compiled it by herself during boring afternoons. THis is one song which i will sing to my little girl when i have one of my own :)
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 was just a child in 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 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
Que sera sera
