Irvin Yalom. We are all creations on the day (№ 319343)

Oh, give me land, lots of land
under the starlit sky.
Don't limit me.
Let me gallop through all
wide and spacious country, which they love.
Don't limit me.
Let me be myself
during an evening breeze
And listen to the rustle of the poplars.
Banish me forever,
but I ask you please
Don't limit me.