12.30.2008

Que Sera, Sera...

Sitting and sewing my painting (Rest #10)next to our propane heater that glows red~ pretending it is a roaring fire...and daydreaming of all sorts of things. One being the closing of 2008 and the opening of the year 2009... I heard a funky remake of that 50's song Que Sera, Sera today and it made me smile...

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 young, I 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.

Because I've been wondering what will 2009 hold for us???
of course.
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

1 comment:

katypark said...

i am so thankful for the gift of glimpsing your words and beautiful images. thank you for being the change that ghandi recommends. xo happy 2009:)