Soon.

As oil on troubled water
I will bring you love
I am the woman who goes to the well
I am the peaceful dove
I am the lock, I am the key
You are before me on your knees
There is no need to feel bad
there is no need to be mad
I never want you to feel sad.
Its as if you feel as though you've been had
It as if everything turned bad
As oil on troubled water
I will set you free
I will let you be
I am the master and you are the slave
I am the lady and you are the knave
In the dirt where you lie ashamed
I will quench your thirst and cleanse your wounds
I will carry you to my room
I will sweep the floor with a broom
So Mother Mary can visit you soon.