Hey Sarah, Sarah, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see, hey Sarah, Sarah, what will be, will be. 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. Hey Sarah, Sarah, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see, hey Sarah, Sarah, what will be, will be. When I was just a child in school, I asked my teacher, what should I try? Should I paint pictures? Should I sing songs? This was her wise reply. Hey Sarah, Sarah, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see, hey Sarah, Sarah, what will be, will be. Now I have children of my own, they ask their mother, what will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? I tell them tenderly. Hey Sarah, Sarah, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see, hey Sarah, Sarah, what will be, will be. Hey Sarah, hey Sarah.