When she was just a little girl she asked my mother, what will she be Will she be pretty, will she be rich Here's what she said to her. Kasara, Sara, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Kasara, Sara What will be, will be. When she was young, she fell in love she asked my sweetheart what lies ahead Will we have rainbows, day after day Here's what her sweetheart said. Kasara, Sara, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Kasara, Sara What will be, will be.
traceelement
Australia
March 2005
MAR 02, 2005 09:06 PM