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 Kisera, Sarah, whatever will be will be The future's not ours to see Kisera, Sarah, what will be will be? When I grew up and fell in love I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead Will we have rent most day after day? Here's what my sweetheart said Kisera, Sarah, whatever will be will be The future's not ours to see Kisera, Sarah, what will be will be? Now I have children of my own I asked their mother what will I be? Will I be handsome? Will I be rich? I tell them tenderly Kisera, Sarah, whatever will be will be The future's not ours to see Kisera, Sarah, what will be will be? you