They've buried the organ inside the church.
Taken away the console.
No more dancing over the pedals.
No more dodging that stuck pipe.
She was long past her prime,
Time for the old lady to retire.
Now the rafters echo with Yamaha sounds,
Shiny new piano,
Nobody knows what a diapason is, anyway.
But I suspect
When the courthouse tower strikes midnight
A friendly ghost organist who knows
Those pipes are still in there
Strikes up a chorus of 'Blest Be the Tie'
To be heard, somewhere.
To hear the ghostly organ click on this link or watch it in your Pliny skin.