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” How Deep Is Your Love” Bee Gees

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“How Deep Is Your Love” is a timeless ballad by the Bee Gees, released in September 1977. Originally intended for singer Yvonne Elliman, the song was ultimately performed by the Bee Gees themselves, becoming one of their most celebrated hits

The song was written by the Gibb brothers—Barry, Robin, and Maurice—during a prolific period at Château d’Hérouville near Paris. Keyboardist Blue Weaver played a significant role in its composition, particularly in developing the distinctive piano intro, although he did not receive official songwriting credit.

“How Deep Is Your Love” was featured on the soundtrack of the 1977 film “Saturday Night Fever,” contributing to the movie’s cultural impact and the disco era’s prominence. The song achieved remarkable success, topping the Billboard Hot 100 in the United States and charting in numerous other countries.

The lyrics explore themes of love and commitment, resonating with audiences worldwide. The song’s enduring appeal has led to numerous cover versions by artists across various genres, including notable renditions by Take That and Luther Vandross.

“How Deep Is Your Love” received critical acclaim, winning the Grammy Award for Best Pop Performance by a Group in 1978. Its legacy continues, with the song remaining a staple in popular culture and a testament to the Bee Gees’ songwriting prowess.

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Lyrics
🎵 Let’s sing along with the lyrics! 🎤
I know your eyes in the mornin’ sun
I feel you touch me in the pourin’ rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again

And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave
And it’s me you need to show
How deep is your love?

How deep is your love? How deep is your love?
I really mean to learn
‘Cause we’re livin’ in a world of fools
Breakin’ us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You’re the light in my deepest, darkest hour
You’re my saviour when I fall

And you may not think I care for you
When you know down inside that I really do
And it’s me you need to show
How deep is your love?

How deep is your love? How deep is your love?
I really mean to learn
‘Cause we’re livin’ in a world of fools
Breakin’ us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na

And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave
And it’s me you need to show
How deep is your love?

How deep is your love? How deep is your love?
I really mean to learn (I really mean to learn)
‘Cause we’re livin’ in a world of fools
Breakin’ us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
(Na-na-na-na-na)

How deep is your love? How deep is your love?
I really mean to learn
‘Cause we’re livin’ in a world of fools
Breakin’ us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
(Na-na-na-na-na)

How deep is your love? How deep is your love?
I really mean to learn
‘Cause we’re livin’ in a world of fools
Breakin’ us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

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