Tabbed by: Sam Osborn

Intro:

E7     Ab7    C#m    B(min?)  F#m7     Abm    A    A\Bb     B

            E                 B                   C#m                   B7            ( B C#m B )
When I was just  a    lit-tle girl      I asked my mo-ther what will I be 
 F#m7                  B                F#m7             B        E7
Will I be pret-ty     Will I be rich    Here's what she said    to me 

        A7          ---------
Que se-ra se-ra 
                         E7                      C#m7
Whatever will be     will be     will be
                            B                  Bb   A
The future's not ours to see            Well well well we-ll 
         G           F9            E
Que se-ra    Que  se-ra      Que  se-ra

            E                 B                     C#m                   B7            ( B C#m B )
When I grew up and fell in   love            I asked my lover, "What will I be?"
    F#m7                   B                              F#m7                 
"Will I be rich, day after day?" (Sing it Rose)
   B                    E7
Here's how my lover sees:
       
        A7          ---------
Que se-ra se-ra 
                         E7                                 C#m7
What ev-er will be     will be     will be    "Ooh,
    A7                                                     E7                                  C#m7
Que sera, sera, whatever or whoever will be, will be, will be"       Oooohh   
                            B                  Bb   A -----------
The future's not ours' to see"
         G        F9               E
"Que sera, que sera, what will be what will..."

Instrumental around E

        A7          ---------
Que se-ra se-ra 
                                           E7                             C#m7
Whatever or whoever will be     will be     will be
                            B                  Bb   A
The future's not ours to see            Hoohh ohhh ohhh 
         G            F9             E
Que se-ra    Que  se-ra      Que  se-ra
                  
                  E                 B               C#m                   B7            ( B C#m B )
Now I have chil (well?) dren of my own, They ask their mother, "What will I be?
  F#m7                   B                     F#m7                 B            E7
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?"    I tell them wait and see.

                             A7                  C#m7
Well Well well Que sera sera
A7                 C#m7
Que sera sera
A7                 C#m7
Que sera sera