Calitri is a town and comune of 5,292 inhabitants situated in the province of Avellino, Campania, Italy.
Calitri is in Campania near the borders of the regions of Apulia and Basilicata. It is approximately 530 metres (1,740 ft) above sea level so on even on the hottest day there is generally a breeze. The Antico Borgo is in the oldest section of the town, the centro storico, at the top of which are the remains of a castle which predates the 12th century. The Borgo itself is a labyrinth of historic houses which have, over the centuries, been built into the hillside. Stone and marble stairs,frequently under old stone arches, connect the streets. Calitri suffered a devastating earthquake in 1980* and has only been partially rebuilt. The Castello at the top of its distinctive cone shaped hilltop is very impressive for its strong architectural forms. In recent reconstructions they are remerging as an important and physically attractive feature of the town.
Other recent excavation and reconstruction of an ancient Neviera in the Gagliano section of the town above the cemetery reveals an extensive underground, domed, ice-house of about 15 metres (50 ft) in height and 7.6 metres (25 ft) in horizontal circumference. Restored by the family of Giovanni Cerreta, the Neviera can be visited by inquiring at the Town's tourist office in the Centro Storico.
Wooo.. what a trial that a gwan a Rasta yard,
Look at them a come with the machete and them gun.
Them come.. them reap what them no sow
What a gwan in the early morning a Rasta ganja field.
Come into the mountains,
Sight I and I grandfather,
Planting marijuana, naw make no war.
Come with your disrespect,
Take away I chalice, carry gone a campyard.
And when you reach the campyard,
You mash-up I kutchie,
And the whole a Rasta weed gone aboard.
You know why?
If you never sell it,
How come you could a tell I, how much a pound for it?
Hear this!
Early, early morning the man them on parade,
Run Rasta, run them a come.
Hide the barn, hide the kutchie!
Come with your disrespect,
Start boy-up I grandfather,
Haul and pull him all over.
Take away Sister Mary,
From around the fire,
Carry gone a prison ??.
Come into the mountains,
Sight I and I grandfather,
Planting marijuana, naw make no war.
I love the birds them,
The birds love the Rasta,
We reap marijuana together.
Why you come to the mountains,
Trouble I and I grandfather?
Planting marijuana, naw make no war.
We naw run, we naw run!
Adopted from King Solomon,
This marijuana, granted to the hands of black man.
Now and then we smoke it,
Another time we boil it,
Good for all sickness and pain.
Come into the mountains,
Sight I and I grandfather,
Planting marijuana, naw make no war.
Go back a station, I come to save creation,
Free marijuana at large.
Go back a station, trouble some police man,
We planting marijuana, naw make no war.
Come into the mountains,
Sight I and I grandfather.