Mary, I saw your shoulder

Mary, I saw your shoulder
why don’t you come over here?
Mary I saw your shirt
and now my time’s run up;
I couldn’t believe them
when it was snowed on the pavement
but this game was young
and now my dear I’m called back home.
Mary, though, I saw you smile
and I’m all ruffled feathers
only meant to lay down;
I don’t have it anymore
but I’m not lost.
Just lend me something.