County Dublin • Song
A bright family driving song inspired by weekend journeys on Dublin’s M50 Motorway — shopping trips, airport runs, toy shops, Bray seaside, Wicklow Mountains, sunshine after rain, rainbows, and the road safely home.
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A bright family driving song inspired by weekend journeys on Dublin’s M50 Motorway — shopping trips, airport runs, toy shops, Bray seaside, Wicklow Mountains, sunshine after rain, rainbows, and the road safely home.
About this song
M50 Motorway — Weekend Road Home is a warm family road song about ordinary weekend journeys around Dublin on Ireland’s M50 Motorway. It turns a busy modern road into a cheerful Irish travel story: children in the back seat, shopping centre trips, airport runs, toy shops, Bray seaside, Wicklow Mountains, wet roads shining after rain, golden sunbeams, rainbows, and the quiet joy of coming home safely.
This version is lighter, brighter and more family-focused than the main M50 driving anthem. It is not about speed, stress or traffic frustration, but about small family adventures — weekend plans, laughter in the car, little voices from the back seat, tired children on the way home, and the feeling that even a motorway can become part of family memory.
SONG LYRICS
M50 Motorway - Bring Us Home (Family Version)
Saturday morning, shoes by the door,
Kids in the back asking, “How long more?”
Clouds drift away from the Dublin sky,
And sunbeams open where the cars roll by.
Seatbelts clicking, coffee to go,
M-fifty rolling with a gentle glow,
Not in a hurry, not chasing fame,
Just a family journey through Ireland again.
And the wheels keep turning,
And the day begins,
With little voices laughing
Through the Dublin wind.
M-fifty, M-fifty, road around the city,
Through the light and the rainbow bright,
M-fifty, M-fifty, carry us gently,
Bring us safely home tonight.
Round Dublin’s shoulder, under open sky,
Kids count clouds as the cars roll by,
Through every lane and every sign,
A quiet mercy travels the line.
Maybe the shopping centre, maybe one more store,
Maybe flat-pack boxes and then one thing more,
Maybe the toy shop, glowing with light,
Tiny hands holding treasures tight.
Airport road calling with suitcase dreams,
Morning planes and silver beams,
Someone is leaving, someone comes home,
But on this road, no one is alone.
M-fifty, M-fifty, road around the city,
Through the light and the rainbow bright,
M-fifty, M-fifty, carry us gently,
Bring us safely home tonight.
Are we nearly there?
Can we see the sea?
Through every lane and every sign,
A quiet mercy travels the line.
Then the rainbow bends where the clouds have gone,
And the wet road shines in the golden sun,
The Dublin hills rise soft and blue,
And the whole day opens for a mile or two.
Maybe to Bray where the sea winds play,
Pebbles and waves and a bright cold day,
Maybe Wicklow, where the mountains stand,
Green like a blessing over Ireland’s land.
So keep the angry horn away,
Give patience to the travelling day,
For every car beneath the sky
Has tired hearts and dreams inside.
Guard every driver, calm each mind,
Leave every rush and fear behind,
Through Dublin light and Ireland’s green,
Let mercy travel unseen.
Evening falling, soft lights burn,
The road brings back those who return,
Past exits, bridges, signs and streams,
Back to the houses, back to the dreams.
Children sleeping, city lights low,
M-fifty humming with a gentle glow,
A circle drawn through road and stone,
A thousand journeys leading home.
M-fifty, M-fifty, road around the city,
Through the light and the rainbow bright,
M-fifty, M-fifty, carry us gently,
Bring us safely home tonight.
Round Dublin’s shoulder, under open sky,
Kids count stars as the cars roll by,
Through every lane and every sign,
A quiet mercy travels the line.
M-fifty, M-fifty, hearts awake,
Through every turn that families take,
From airport lights to the Wicklow sky,
Your road goes on in Ireland’s light.
Through sun and light, by road and stone,
M-fifty, bring us home.
