Que Sera, Sera.

Lyrics from Damien Rice and David Gray’s cover of Que Sera, Sera during Live Earth last July:

(Now it’s Saturday afternoon, it’s three o’clock, it’s Wembley Stadium…hello? There’s only one song we could sing. This is our cover version — a special Wembley song, so I want to hear the old Wembley roar.)

When I was just a little boy
I asked my father
How would it be?
Would I be able to play in the trees
‘Cause they’re cutting down forests and spreading disease
And here’s what he 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 there rainbows day after day?
Will we become just another cliche?
Having it all, yeah, and throwin’ it away
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

And now I have children of my own
They ask their father
What will we be?
Will we be bitter, filled with regret?
Will we be choking on our own shit?
I tell them tenderly:

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera

(You have a go, come on!)

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