John Paul

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 grew up and fell in love I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead? Will we have rainbows day after day? Here